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that we must stop our roaming about and put our
children in the schools of the missionaries, that
they may learn to work with their hands and
become as white men.

Missionaries were everywhere, telling the In-
dian about the white man's God and asking him to
cut his hair off and wash the paint off his face and
dress himself in the queer-looking clothes of the
white man. Our long hair was our most highly
prized physical possession. We spent more than
an hour every day dressing it carefully and braid-
Ing it over the smooth surface of some little pool
of water, which we used as a looking-glass.

And the white missionaries said that we must
stop painting our faces, too. An Indian without
paint! We could not imagine that. They might
as well tell us to stop singing. We had a different
kind of paint for every mood we found ourselves
In. No Indian was ever without some sort of
paint on his face. When we got up In the morn-
ing we painted our faces the way we felt. If we
felt angry, peaceful, in love, religious, or whatever
the mood was, we painted our faces accordingly,
so that all who should come In contact with us
would know how we felt at a glance. It saved a
lot of useless talking. And when I was a young-
ster the Indians did not like to talk very much.
They used to like to go about quietly and think a
lot. We would sometimes sit In our teepees for